Friday, April 2, 2010

Although we're all hit by sentiment when the moment is right, Bridgette is a constant reminder to me that life is thoroughly unpredictable. When she gets sick, I can't help but love her more, just in case. I already look back at our photos from the last two years, reminiscing about the great days and the tough days and cherishing those memories, cherishing her. Of course I assume she'll live a long and exciting life. But for some reason I have a deep pervasive feeling today about treasuring our time in life and spending time with our treasures, not taking either for granted.

I just wanted to share that.

I'm so glad we have Home Health Care in place for emergency hydration, several doctors I can call to get prescriptions upon "mom" request, and the well-earned know-how to do specific hospital treatments at home. Although the experiences that help us determine her special needs are truly unpleasant, at least we are working out a system to treat her as quickly and comfortably as possible.

We believe she is starting, slowly, to regain her health again, hopefully with no hospital visits this round.

Also, Bridgette does have an ear infection on top of all else.

We managed to sneak an appointment in at the pediatrician's at 5 p.m. today. I wasn't sure how she developed an ear infection since she didn't have a cold, but my mom mentioned it could have come from vomit in her Eustachian tube. That's our working theory. So baby'll be on both Flagyl and Amoxicillin. She should be feeling much better by Monday.

Here she is at the doctor's office watching The Little Mermaid as a last ditch effort to keep her from crawling on the office floor. Blech.

I adore this outfit.

Bridgette's stats seem to have leveled out lately. She is consistently 75th-percentile in height, 25th-percentile in weight.

But for some reason I have a deep pervasive feeling today about treasuring our time in life and spending time with our treasures, not taking either for granted.

Boy, I get that. I've been blessed with a perfectly healthy little boy and I still feel that way every. single. day. Sometimes it's all I can do not to hold him close to me and never, ever let go. Which, I have to remind myself, isn't why we're here.

And yes, I worry about my son too. I don't know how we're supposed to do it--how do we let them get older and go out into the world and inevitably do dangerous things and hope for the best? But we can't be the witch from Into the Woods, locking our children in impregnable towers, so we must allow them to grow. Sheesh, I never thought I'd be "that parent" and yet here I am.

I'm not sure if hearing me say this about a healthy child makes you mad at me or helps in some way to know that your feelings are, at least in some degree, shared. B is such an amazing child and you are such fantastic parents. I guess all we can do is hope we will all have manymanymanymany years to come to experience life together and, as you say, take what time we do have to live and love as best we can.